Every night I sail
The sea of silent dreams
I bottle up my worries
Letting gentle currents
Take them where they will
Waves in rhythym
To my breathing
Blanketing the distance
To the grey horizon
My ship is soft but sturdy
Made of cloth and wood
Sheets of billowed sail
Pulling to and fro
Take me where they will
To Hamlet's hideaway
Until a sounding bell
Leads me back to port
A bottle in the sand